There was a time, back when house music was emerging and actually cool that yours truly was a DJ. Yes, yes, this ad man once went by DJ Export. I know, a brilliant name for a Canadian at the time living and studying in the US. So witty. No matter, sure enough, DJ export could be found behind a pair of Technics 1200's, the gold standard of turntables, side by side with DJ Cyclotron. A formidable DJ collective that brought dance, house and early mash ups to a swath of musical neophytes of red necks, book worms, trust fund babies and butt rockers.
Well, thanks to the Table Turns design from Flud Watches, as show above, I can relive those glory days daily like a high school quarter back still wearing his game jersey to prompt retelling legends of those magical plays that "won state."